It was one of those rainy summer mean solar day you just don't want to leave the planetary house. I did not desire to work either, so I called sick and stayed in bed snoozing for one more hour. Then I got up and went to the kitchen without putting on any clothes, made some breakfast and sat in the family room browsing the net for estimate. And I did get some !

The wife was out of town visiting a retreat with her religious friend for three days. I was stuck in the house while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of jailhouse a few months ago and was ineffectual to get a job ) was sleeping in his natal day suit in the client way. I knew he had made it a habit going to bed late after playing video recording games until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mood for some fun and given the situation, I took the pair of handcuffs I use when having sex with my wife and went in the guy's room quietly. He was deeply asleep, it would be well-heeled to surprise him. I handcuffed his right wrist joint to his leftfield ankle joint and his left radiocarpal joint to his right ankle. Then I lay next to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my partners, I never call them"servants"or"slaves ”, this is degrading. I call them"boy ”.

An hr later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a petty groggy but, to my eyes, a bountiful jealous Cy Young man willing to wait on me.

"Mmm ... aahh… ”, he mumbled while trying to move but realizing that something was making this impossible. My manacle never failed me.

"Good morning, boy !"I replied."clip for some plot !"

He was surprised when he saw the handcuffs, maybe they brought bad memories back from his slammer time.

"What the fuck… ?"was all he said when I slapped his face.

"semen with me, boy, I have design for us !"I said.

I never ever have my boys wear collars like animals, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hair or their glob and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond hair's-breadth and pulled him hard enough to earn him squeal and go down off the bed.

"semen handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all fours to the lavatory. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneel with his face right on the frigidity bathtub floor, his head toward the slanting side while his ass right hand where the drain yap was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not allow lots flexibility.

I sat right on the sloping side and skid all the way down until my balls reached the top of his head. I grabbed his haircloth again and pulled his head up, then down on my gruelling stopcock. I could order he enjoyed this pull blowjob, gagging only a few prison term. I smacked his face with my prick and even managed to nip some of my pre-cum right into his eyes before engaging in another round of sucking and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable berth for him since his neck had to twist all the way back to get to my turncock and then stretch to postulate it in. With his wrists handcuffed to his ankles, my boy was inconceivable to support himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them bask our sessions as much as I do, I lowered his head gently on the bathtub storey and stood up. He never said a Holy Scripture, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his point and leaned over his dorsum, then I spit my flop palm and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right index and played with his buthole, then I licked my in good order middle and went deeper in his rectum.

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but to the full of crap. I am going to do all the piece of work for you, son !"and turned the water supply on. I let it run to reach a comfortable temperature, took my wife's enema bucketful and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was flop under it and filled with water.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right under the showerhead and the clyster pail. I dropped a bar of goop in the pail that was fully with water system now. Then, I licked the enema nozzle and let some spitting on his crack while I pulled his boldness again. His pink kettle of fish was a dream.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 inch and turned the little valve on. The warm up soapy water started filling his intestine ; he was in heaven. I slowly twisted the tube and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the same time. The quick water flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant change of press. My boy was enjoying every moment and I did too as a true master can only want the best for his trainees.

"Ooohhh ! ... I am so full !"Greg managed to say before he moaned and clenched his ass cheeks.

I smeared a lot of spit on my cock and slowly pulled the tube off his asshole. I then plugged his cocksucker with my cock and rode him doggie style. He tightened his cheeks many metre and made my pecker really try hard to get in his snug man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a belittled amount of the clyster leaked off his Colon. Soon, the enema liquid turned dingy brown but I kept fucking him taking vantage of the increased lubrication the buttery water gave me.

When my boy arched his backrest and moaned like a wounded animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my dick and set his golf hole free. Within seconds, he doused my turncock and musket ball with a jet of lovesome Brown liquid and slice of shit. I tapped the drain to give up all the clobber coming out of his consistence from going down. My boy could not control his hole anymore ; it remained open for a few seconds blowing"bird"and revealing the pinkish tissue of his rectum.

"Uuuunnnnn ... aahh ... uuuunnnnn !"was all he could say when his sphincter took control.

"My boy,"I said,"you had a lot of shit inside you ! Let me clean you good once more !"and I pushed the clyster nozzle in his ass, a piddling deeper this time. The clyster solution was now stronger. It takes meter for goop to release its replete voltage of its ingredients ; glycerine grievous bodily harm is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a good cleaning of his intestine.

After a duo of bit or so when his colon was filled with oily urine, his mess started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would spread out and eject some liquid to decrease the pressing and close up a snag second later as my boy was trying hard to control it.

"Oh my God,"he said,"I can't hold it….aaaaahhhh ...."

"Help is on the way,"I joked and shoved my rooster in him while the enema electron tube was still in.

This way, I not only stopped the leak but also decreased the flowing of the enema result as my cock partially blocked the enema subway. Still, More of the soapy stuff was going in.

My boy started moving his body in a wave-like apparent motion and made me experience like I was riding a bull. He could not get ministration from the irritating result as there was no way to expel it.

"Please, passe-partout,"he begged,"please let me go ... .uuummm ... God ... uuummm"

I reached down and felt his belly, it felt bloated alright. I knew he wanted more, he did not want me to unloosen him. Yet, as a considerate master, I pulled the tube nozzle gently to stop filling him anymore. It slipped past my plugging cock and as soon as it was out I pushed my cock all the way in to seal the naughty hole.

The thaumaturgy started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my pole, one metre squeezing me like a nasty glove, the next pulling me deeper ; failed effort after failed attempt, his colon compression kept massaging my tool as he could not evacuate his contents ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty clobber, no way to move, no way to escape since my weight kept me inside him. I was so happy to encounter this boy's talent. I felt honored. I shot my spermatozoon in him with such force out, it felt I would ache him.

zip lasts forever and soon my boy's jam managed to unfold wider than my stopcock while I was still in him. He strained so surd that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his hole and wrapped around my rooster like an inch-wide pink halo. He also let a stream of brownness liquid run on my half-exposed shaft and down my formal.

"Ooohh ... master ... please…God ... uuunnnnn ... shhhhiit ...,"was all he could say. I was moved.

I slowly pulled out and once Sir Thomas More, a jet of shitty liquid splashed all over my hammer and lump, brown droplets flying all over the place. My boy was curt of breath, he arched his vertebral column and with a trashy moan he shot another brown river off his insides.

I was very satisfied with his carrying out, I could not wish for a near guy to play with. I knew he reached the breaking detail and would become my permanent humiliation partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his succus, I was stroking his back and cheeks and rubbing my soft cock on his crack. I could still feel his agitation and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one step so to straddle his head. His hairsbreadth and face were soaked in the shitty water, it was maybe a couple of in rich now.

"Lick my groundwork !"I commanded,"I don't want a pinch of your shit on them !"

Hesitantly, he said,"passe-partout ... please ... I…"

"Shut up and start licking my feet,"I shouted once more and raised my left foot a few inches above the water level. Tiny piece of shit were stuck between my toes.

He had no choice. He started licking all the dogshit off my foot with his clapper. start, the arch then the heel.

"Don't leave the toes !"I said,"I want your tongue to houseclean between the toes !"

He obeyed with a rebuff whimper. When he finished with the left invertebrate foot, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the other. He did a estimable job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clean my cock !"I yelled.

His knife worked perfectly on my resting pole. Every brown hint was gone in less than a mo and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my clod too.

With both my base unclouded, I walked to the bedroom, took the little key and went back to unlock his handcuff. He was crying silently and I am sure he was very grateful to me for releasing his hands and feet.

I untapped the waste pipe and helped him up.

"I am empty-headed !"he muttered.

No doubt the enema made him turn a loss a lot of his electrolytes and had to clear up.

"Let me clean you, boy, and I promise I will take the best fear of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to give him a bang-up rub all over his organic structure. I washed his face, his tomentum, his dresser all the way down to his cock and balls, his backbone and crack. I felt how sensitive his butthole was after our little maneuver, I was very gentle cleaning him with my finger. At the Lapplander sentence, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the tub and shower bath door that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleaning process, I used encouraging language like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather silent but nodded and said a twosome of thank yous.

After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling weak and we walked to the bedroom holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sportsman drink, these would make him find better.

We spent the remainder of the day in bed hugging and talking about our experience. He acknowledged he loved what I did to him and made me promise we will do it again. I assured him this was my plan as well.

The next few weeks I trained him how to give an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to develop an clyster answer depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few meter and when we went to the beach on trade union movement day, we managed to get some time away from my wife and found a little abandon slur where we had a wonderful time.

By the water, I was the original again but also the receiver of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath cryptical inside me and come in me with seawater, the hone result for a clean colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean H2O. The final stage time he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his face, then I let go on his face and in his capable lip. I am sure he could only swig a few oz. but that is comfortably than null. He thanked me many meter for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .